Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Maura's POV:

I was dragged back to home after dad left me all injured. He didn't even let me take a breather and asked me to follow him home. The blood had dried up on my body, and my wounds were aching.

I basically crawled behind him. And since it was too dark, Dad got the benefit, and nobody spotted me in that state. Even if they had, they wouldn't say a word. Nobody wanted to mess with my father, as he would make their lives hell.

"Go change and cook for me," dad said as soon as we entered the house.

I mustered all the strength I could to rush upstairs and shut my bedroom door.

"Ah!" I winced in pain when taking off my clothes and walking under the shower.

I knew only a shower could help calm my bruised body.

"I am sorry, Zane. But we cannot be together," I whispered under the shower, preparing myself to reject Zane's offer. I wasn't even allowed to be seen with him.

It wasn't that I hadn't thought of running away from my house. I just didn't know if I could trust Zane. If a father could treat his daughter like that, anybody could. How can I trust Zane when I can' t even trust my own father?

standing under the water until I began to feel

to my

my room and watching me with a nasty grin covering his lips. It was the horror of seeing him that made me

you doing here?" I

admiring how beautiful she is now

out. At this point, he could see my naked body with his hungry eyes. But that's what confused him, and I was able to kick him out of my bathroom. I locked the door and blocked it with my body weight while I sobbed at

simplest desires?" He yelled from the other side.

with him. I cannot live like this. He made a duplicate

father would never look at his daughter like that." I was screaming and crying when I heard the door being slammed shut. I fathomed he had left the

and walked

tonight. Fuck him and everything! I will see how he survives without me," I was muttering and packing my clothes. I knew for a fact he will be gone for drinking so I could leave

because I didn't recall ever going into the basement. I stood on the staircase when my father suddenly appeared out of the basement. I hid away from him

could tell he was pretty drunk, but that didn't matter to me. My entire attention was on the basement and what he was doing there, and what did he mean by

way to the exit

motionless for another few minutes before I dropped my bag and strolled in

is he hiding in the basement?" I asked myself, steadily walking over to the storage room and grabbing